*Sigh.*
We all must grow up at some point.
The following is an excerpt from, "The Machine."*
Is Santa real?
Yah…he owns and apartment in NY. It’s a real dump…kinda like your place, only nicer. He’s fat, thinks beer is a food group, and watched reruns of movies about robots (So, not to different from the rest of the human race)…
But, does he deliver toys?
That’s what the government wants you think!
Santa only spoils good kids. America is populated by materialistic morons. Put two and two together people. What better way to keep the less-than-fully-evolved population in check, then by promising stuff in return for mindless obedience. It's brilliant! The government is more intelligent than you think...wait…you do think, right? Does it take concentration? Does it hurt? Can you walk and think at the same time? Can you breathe and think at the…sorry…got off track there…
The aforementioned slacker only gets off his fat hind-quarters twice a year, and that’s to do a photo-op and ride the Macys Thanksgiving parade.
*The machine is a feature of my site, in which an (imaginary) device provides sarcastic answers and commentary relating with the, "Unanswerable Questions of the Universe," as provided by the populous.
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Reports of my death have been somewhat exaggerated.
"Is my species of consequence to you now, Mustang? Did you really want my position that badly? Although I can appreciate the vanity of ambition, you should have spent more time planing. Even if you had somehow pulled this off, the counsil would have found you out, and they'd never let an assassin back into their fold." - Pride, FullMetal Alchemist